Best Flippantly Poems

POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final pages turned, I pondered on treasured lessons I'd learned.
I took...

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You'll find it in the crimson eyes
of a throwaway photo somehow frozen in time.
When the past painted us like demons
with secret fury.
And you'll find it in the smell of a burning memory
like melting microfilm becoming enraged

(gifted with the freedom to deny
first appearances)

You'll find it in...

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We see ourselves unimpeded initially 

Some are stricken with a view artificially 

We are told by others very specifically

There is a ceiling so proceed timidly

We try in vain with no support futilely

As we age blazing the path dizzily 

Sometimes we see the results dismally

Eventually we...

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Faculty meeting. Formidably flippantly fortuitously fluffy and forgetful.
I began to write a little list of F words, because I was in the F word mood.
Frilly. Free-ha-ha. Feast. Forget-me-knots. Fallacy. Farming. Fastidious. Fun-filled.
What are you doing? A non-friend asked me. She had already broken my chain...

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"Babylon Candy"


“My god you 
babble on”
he said.

the guy 
thought he was 
a giant, 

as far as writers go.

She chirped, 
“it’s all post humus 
humour, from here on in
you know”.

Code-named, 
“The Owl”,
she rolled her eyes

and hooted,

“You may as well play
with your marbles
before you lose them.”

“God only...

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Inside my Head

inside my head
deep within my heart,
like an old portrait tucked away
in a treasured locket,
safely kept
suspended in time…
memories of my first love
with his loving smile,
which like sunshine
could melt my heart;
his warm, gentle touch
his tender embrace
the taste of his passionate kisses,
the way he walked
with that...

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A Lack of Appreciation

By Elton Camp

It was on a cold 1940 September morn 
That in a big, brick building I was born

I must admit, for I know it to be true,
My father never gave the payment due

Yet, to that place, a privilege it should be
To...

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"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed final chapter. He seemed to be unsure of himself, this did not...

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It’s another day, yes, another day
Another day to watch my cronies wandering around
meandering around aimlessly, flippantly like
they have no care…no care in the world
and just like that…bludgeoned by a badly worn cowboy boot!
Guts all over!

One time I dated one of those giddy ones
and I tried...

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They stole my heart
When I was not look
Then they tortured it
And stamped all over it
Until it stopped beating
All love was to them
Was four little letters
That was thrown about
Almost flippantly
They came
They went
With absolutely no
Idea of what they took 
From me
But i summoned courage
To love and to...

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A closet hangs with ideas from Facebook posts past.
Tags still hang from pretty purchases, 
nobody tagged in posts never made.
I sigh as I struggle in arms and poke through my big head.
The hourglass that has flippantly flipped
two hundred and eighty nine thousand times 
has not...

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Pondering from perch the other day,
a thought grew as two conversed.
Addendum to what you have to say,
gives quarter to him, sacred cursed.
Utterances,hurtful, make others tense.
Apathetically dissuaded with "no offense".

In a tandem embraced scene 
fearful men wage war with a word.
Cutting low, they boast and preen,
stating...

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I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety

Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!

Gushing galoot,...

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/Locks and Clocks

We change locks
like we change clocks, 
	as flippantly as daylight dims,
	as easily as days grow slim; 
		we try to bolt the sunlight out
		with combinations masked in doubt
	to shorter hours, as if we could
	feel like the conqueror who would
shut out those close and dear...

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She stood languidly under neon light 
Scant -clad bossom shine in erotic glory
Her tresses dance flippantly like reeds of the niger
Rag and ropes hung  carelessly-gorgeously on curvy cliffs
Her recklessly  red lip
Draw lustymen from the possessive warmth of their wary wives
As tiro-ed lashes coquetishly...

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